Storms Chapter III
By Lucifiel
Disclaimer: I want them, damn it.
It had been five days since Mikael had come to him. Five grueling days of work for the Doctor; changing bandages, distributing medicine, treating the newly wounded.
Raphael still had Mikael in his adjoining tent, and tended to him whenever he needed care.
Lately, however, Mikael had been getting restless. His wrists were knitting nicely, almost to the point where he could fire a weapon with minimal discomfort. The boy would be wanting to leave soon.
There was a problem with that: Raphael did not want him to go. He had tried to fight his feelings, but every time he saw "Mika", the Doctor wanted to scoop him up and kiss the boy until he was out of breath.
//What did I tell you? You're attracted to him. You want to f-//
"That's enough!" Raphael flushed miserably, continuing his report to the newer, nicer Major, "I have no time for you…"
"No time for what?" The lazy drawl of Mikael's voice floated over to him, "Who're ya talkin' to? And when can I get outta here?"
"Non of your business, brat, and not for a while," Raphael smiled over a the boy, ruffling his fiery hair.
"But RAPH! I gotta get back!! If my brother learns about thi-"
"It will be all right," Raphael assured him, smiling, "You're being kept here for treatment. I don't suppose he'll be angry at you for being injured."
"Well, no, but…" Mikael sighed, reaching a hand up to play in the strands of Raphael's blonde hair, just recently washed, "Y'got really pretty hair, Raph."
"T-thank y-!!!" Raphael stiffened, his blue eyes widening. Mikael had just kissed him.
